 I'm just trying to keep my nose clean these days. And trying to keep your nose clean, you understand? But it's not easy, man. Okay. Oh, boy. When you've also got to keep it to the grindstone. He's really been putting his nose to the grindstone. I mean, that grindstone's dirty. Dirty, dirty, dirty. How the heck can you keep your nose clean while also keeping it to a grimy grindstone? That's what I want to know. That's impossible. That's nothing. Maybe if I keep my nose to the grimy grindstone long enough, it'll clean the grime off the grindstone, so the grindstone will no longer make my nose dirty, allowing me to keep my nose clean while also keeping it to the no longer grimy grindstone. I got it. However, I'm thinking it's more likely the grimy grindstone will just grind off my nose completely. And then where will I be? And where will Super Dan be there? At that point, I won't be able to keep my nose clean or to the grindstone. And that would be horrible. All expenses paid. Full medical. Dental. Tooties. The works. I would say that there must be some sort of horrible catch. I mean, just look at what happened to Michael Jackson after he lost his nose. Without sex ed, kids can wind up sexually confused. Just look at Michael Jackson. Everything went downhill from there, man. It was all downhill from there. Wow. And I know what you're thinking. I know what you're thinking. Going downhill can be totally fun if you're like on a skateboard or something. But I'm talking about a hill you don't want to go down here. That's what I'm talking about because there's like bad stuff at the bottom of the hill. Oh, there's just too much bad stuff in here to fit into a single sketch. Possibly some jerk looking to take your skateboard down there or something. Especially not some jerk who never had the guts to try to be anything more than a popsicle hustler.